I saw you
crouched in the frog patch
Did you see me?
Green and ill,
seeped in snot,
slipping through a sea of pine needles
I watched as the red earth crumbled beneath your soles
ripe in the vines, sour,
perhaps dour-
I sat sap toothed, sloth eyed
waiting for you
to traipse through
kicking up the dry earth in a cloud of red stew
oh you,
in your velvet dress and your tall boots,
a lanky Victorian explorer, with bramble tangled in your mop
of chocolate locks
chasing through a pine cone fairy land,
of green silt
turning over swamp stones
clamoring over broken fences
awhirl in a tangle of ripped petticoats
frayed lace and dirt all about your ankles
bits of pine cone flesh hovering in the air
porridge running through your gut,
no bloat to speak of-
trapped inside a green terrarium,
consumed with
an ethereal feeling,
a green wonder,
an agate adoration
moss reaches its tentacles forth,
growing and growing,
reaching closer still
slight spotted mushrooms expand and contract,
like a lung inhaling red dust
Are we awake or asleep?
On drugs or simply in a green dream?
Entangled in dead branches and junk yard debris
We pray for the souls of railroad workers
Buried underneath the tracks
everytime a train whistles
their spirits appear all in black.
so much amazing language in this poem
ReplyDeletei miss the sap/gap btwn my teeth
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